Fingeringの写真 | ロイヤリティフリー & 高解像度画像を無料ダウンロード https://www.cizucu.com/explore/photos/Fingering ja 2026-04-09T05:31:48+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. ja https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Filtering through the Canopy | phyyy]]> https://www.cizucu.com/photos/0sLNLSk089ZgOkwl7oTc phyyy https://www.cizucu.com/users/Lv7oe9F7clT3PO3FMoBUmiq7Aw03 https://www.cizucu.com/photos/0sLNLSk089ZgOkwl7oTc Fri, 03 Apr 2026 17:43:02 GMT 2026-04-03T17:43:02+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/0sLNLSk089ZgOkwl7oTc.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[ヒメウラナミジャノメ Common Fivering Ypthima argus May 2, 2024 横浜市 #Butterfly #チョウ #Insect #昆虫 | konoda]]> https://www.cizucu.com/photos/s10u3PA6XbnH0nVSf0RE konoda https://www.cizucu.com/users/qXutUu0gv3Uq8PLPZSggX5bGNri1 https://www.cizucu.com/photos/s10u3PA6XbnH0nVSf0RE Mon, 20 May 2024 16:34:10 GMT 2024-05-31T17:35:04+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/s10u3PA6XbnH0nVSf0RE.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[If a city’s neon could breathe, it would be here in Dotonbori, lingering like a quiet thought. | Lawrence Liou]]> https://www.cizucu.com/photos/LYgd5hUgVfm54JwdWNh5 Lawrence Liou https://www.cizucu.com/momoliou https://www.cizucu.com/photos/LYgd5hUgVfm54JwdWNh5 Sat, 21 Mar 2026 16:34:05 GMT 2026-03-21T16:34:05+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/LYgd5hUgVfm54JwdWNh5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A misty mountain landscape with faint sunlight filtering through the fog, highlighting the silhouettes of trees. | Matthieu]]> https://www.cizucu.com/photos/W6w3Ad0LEcV63pOrXdOe Matthieu https://www.cizucu.com/matthieu https://www.cizucu.com/photos/W6w3Ad0LEcV63pOrXdOe Mon, 09 Feb 2026 00:55:18 GMT 2026-02-09T00:55:18+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/W6w3Ad0LEcV63pOrXdOe.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Wong Kar Wai's Rhapsody. Inspired by the color palette of Wong Kar-wai’s cinema, this photograph explores memory as atmosphere rather than narrative. The yellow-green room evokes a childhood space altered by time, while the girl’s tights and skirt reference images I once loved and imagined for myself. The work becomes a projection of past emotions—uncertain, intimate, and softly lingering. | Erica_林瑋瑜]]> https://www.cizucu.com/photos/JY74wsRQI1CZhEOkJ8cN Erica_林瑋瑜 https://www.cizucu.com/erica09174 https://www.cizucu.com/photos/JY74wsRQI1CZhEOkJ8cN Thu, 22 Jan 2026 22:48:13 GMT 2026-01-22T22:48:13+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/JY74wsRQI1CZhEOkJ8cN.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[To photograph is to be a silent witness to the unseen. It is the art of stepping into the quiet corners of curiosity and capturing life in its rawest form. Lingering only for a heartbeat, the objective is to capture the moment as it is and vanishing like dust in the wind, leaving nothing behind except for an untold story, slowly becoming only a memory. | timkoh]]> https://www.cizucu.com/photos/URadMcQ5lDbUIkVT6Bwe timkoh https://www.cizucu.com/users/bA9PZhPWC4NAyvvJrVO3q1vuEbl2 https://www.cizucu.com/photos/URadMcQ5lDbUIkVT6Bwe Mon, 05 Jan 2026 13:14:38 GMT 2026-01-05T13:14:38+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/URadMcQ5lDbUIkVT6Bwe.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Immersed in the overwhelming Visarjan crowds at Girgaon Chowpatty, a moment of pure magic unfolded. After a heavy rain, the thick, misty air transformed the moody Mumbai night. Suddenly, brilliant light pierced from behind the towering idol of Bappa. To the naked human eye, the lingering moisture caught these massive 'god rays,' cutting through the gloom with striking, cinematic lines. This isn't just a trick of the lens; it’s the exact, breathtaking stillness my own eyes witnessed amidst the chaos. | Hiren Patel]]> https://www.cizucu.com/photos/w2KpM8saKCCGpGZzHDYt Hiren Patel https://www.cizucu.com/users/aJtaAuxlKONhjadDgut6wU01AA12 https://www.cizucu.com/photos/w2KpM8saKCCGpGZzHDYt Thu, 12 Mar 2026 18:28:23 GMT 2026-03-12T18:28:23+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/w2KpM8saKCCGpGZzHDYt.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[March, Unlived I left before the thaw could speak, before the sidewalks loosened their grip on salt and silence. In the country where I am from, March is a quiet revolution— not loud, not certain, but felt in the soft rebellion of light lingering just a breath longer on familiar walls. Here, where I chose to live for now, seasons do not hesitate. The air is already complete, lush, unwavering— no trembling in-between. And yet I find myself missing that fragile hesitation. The way winter would loosen its cold fingers slowly, as if unsure it should let go. The way people would almost smile again, as if remembering something they hadn’t needed in months. I traded that uncertainty for endless warmth, for skies that do not question themselves. But March— March was never about certainty. It was about sitting between worlds, coat half-open, heart unsure, waiting for something unnamed to return. Somewhere, my family gathers around a table set for Easter, voices rising like the first birds, familiar, imperfect, whole. And here, palm leaves move without memory. I chose the sun, but I think of that soft, grey light— how it carried hope not as a promise, but as a possibility. And maybe that is what I miss most: not the cold, not the country— but the feeling of something beginning without knowing if it will last. | analogbysissi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-03-25T15:24:24+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=compress,format